Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

This pig brain!

Feng Qingxue knocked her head. It seemed that she had to go to Shanghai and ask He Hongjun about Ouyang Mo. No matter what, she could only explain to Wen Ruyu if she knew about Ouyang Mo's life and death.

When we arrived at Ouyang Lan's house, there was a small courtyard with only three main rooms. It was in tatters and there were signs of smashing everywhere. The ground was full of potholes, and it seemed that someone had to dig three feet into the ground.

"The yard was allocated by the state. We pay rent every month. It is not private." Ouyang Lan sighed when explaining. "If it was privately owned, it would have been confiscated by the state during this turmoil. I heard that this During the movement, many people’s private houses were confiscated, and those who rented their houses to others were in bad luck!”

It seemed that there was no one else in Ouyang Lan's home. She closed the door, dug out the holes in three corners, and hugged three long wooden boxes and two small wooden boxes one after another. She opened the long wooden box first and gave it to Lu. When Jiang Hefeng Qingxue looked at them, they were all calligraphy and painting scrolls.

Feng Qingxue counted them carefully. There were thirty-eight volumes in the three boxes, of different lengths.

Ouyang Lan picked up a scroll and opened it, and it turned out to be a picture of Xu Beihong's horse!

"Take it. One hundred yuan and thirty kilograms of grain. Take it all!" Ouyang Lan closed the scroll and put it in the box. She pushed the other two small wooden boxes in front of Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, "Leave it here." It’s a scourge in our family, take it, take it!”

Feng Qingxue was not polite. She took out several bags of food from her luggage bag and asked Lu Jiang to pay 200 yuan.

"Auntie, here are two hundred yuan and fifty kilograms of rice and noodles. Take it first. If we meet again in ten years or so and you regret it, you can redeem it with two hundred yuan and fifty kilograms of grain. !" The more she experienced, the less selfish Feng Qingxue became, and she became less obsessed with the future worth of billions of calligraphy and painting antiques. Her only thought was to preserve cultural heritage.

Whatever you buy, you should keep it for yourself and your children, and you will be worthy of heaven and earth, whether it is jewelry, jade, cultural relics, calligraphy and painting, etc.

The value of what she got without stealing or robbing was very valuable, and she was satisfied.

If some things cannot be returned to their original owners, she will select valuable cultural relics and donate them to the country to contribute to the cultural heritage of the country and gild the family. She will accept the rest without mercy.

Tears suddenly welled up in Ouyang Lan's eyes after hearing Feng Qingxue's words.

She understood what Feng Qingxue meant, and couldn't help but murmured: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, comrade, you are such a good person. As for redemption, it depends on whether my old lady can live for more than ten years."

"So, you have to take good care of it. For the things you store here, you must take care of it."

"Okay, I'll take care of myself, I must take care of myself!"

Watching Feng Qingxue stuff the box into her luggage bag, Ouyang Lan did not ask their names because she had no intention of redeeming them. The other party was very kind and she had to abide by the rules of the transaction.

When Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue said goodbye, they suddenly thought of Ouyang Lan's husband, and Feng Qingxue couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Ouyang Lan whispered: "Tang Song, his name is Tang Song, Tang Song of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties."

Tang and Song Dynasties? That was no longer someone she and her husband knew. Feng Qingxue felt a little regretful. When no one was outside the door, she and Lu Jiang hurriedly left with their luggage bags, keeping the name Tang Song in their hearts.